Help! I Think Motherhood Is Rotting My Brain!
By Mouthy Housewives on October 19, 2011
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Dear Mouthy Housewives,
I hate to admit this, but I think I like the Noggin show "Yo Gabba Gabba" more than my 4-year-old son. I’m not to the point of taping it and watching in the evening after the kids are in bed, but I so make sure it’s on every day while my son is eating lunch.
Am I losing it?
After receiving your letter, I immediately sat down on my couch to watch my first episode of the TV show that’s causing you so much concern. And, now that I’ve experienced 20 minutes of "Yo Gabba Gabba," I feel comfortable enough to put my years and years of psychology training to use and ask you two crucial, probing questions:
1. Dude, what are you smoking?
2. Can you pass some over here?
Seriously, baby, are you making regular visits to Willie Nelson’s tour bus? Because after seeing a bunch of big, fuzzy guys dance around and sing songs like “There’s a Party in My Tummy,” I wanted nothing more than to start scratching off my skin with a dull butter knife just to make the pain in my head subside a little. I mean, you must be straight trippin’, boo! (Note: I don’t know what that means, but it sounded good when I heard a teenager at the car wash say it.)
Anyway, becoming obsessed with a children’s TV show is fairly common among the mom crowd. In fact, a few years ago, my friend Tracy found herself enraptured with the guy from Blue’s Clues and, not only did she start watching it alone at night with a box of wine, she even gave her husband a striped rugby shirt and a handy-dandy notebook for his birthday. Later, they sat on down and figured it out: she was effin’ nuts.
I don’t think you’ve quite reached that stage yet, because it sounds like all you’re doing is enjoying a little escapism during the day. I would chalk this up to nothing more than a guilty pleasure. (Albeit a guilty pleasure you probably share with Snoop Dogg and the entire editorial staff of High Times magazine.) However, please make sure that you enjoy "Yo Gabba" in moderation, because it’s what we in this half-assed-advice business consider to be a “gateway show.” And trust me, nobody wants to see you move on to the real hardcore stuff, like Sponge Bob Square Pants,because then you’re be in real trouble.